it’s not that I’m antisocial, but being fully disconnected from society would be so nice - in a hermetic sense

always praying for something profound, but having to settle for half-baked brainshit

I’m lost in the crevasses from a height — these winding, hand-carved California valleys and checkerboards of dry substance

sacred spaces, I’ll never know as anything more than a voyeur; let me cool in your waters, bake again in adobe - as once I did, a child

durmiendo debajo de a la luna, entre el mar de almas y las telarañas colgadas en mi ventana … encuentro un cuerpo frio, enrerado y extranjero — el mío

still getting my legs beneath me